In her apocalyptic novel “Salvation City” (2010), about a plague, a family has a basset hound named Sadie. A head no bigger than a walnut, two black pips for eyes, and the tiniest nostrils - mere pinpricks.” You could have balanced her on your palm, like a fur apple.
Nunez described Mitz with her customary élan: “How small she was! A mere scrap of a monkey. Nunez’s novel “Mitz” (1998) is the tender biography of a sickly marmoset that was adopted by Leonard Woolf and became a fixture of Bloomsbury society. As his boat leaves the dock, his dog, which has been brought to see him off, releases an unearthly howl. In her first novel, “A Feather on the Breath of God” (1995), which contains extraordinary writing about ballet, a man emigrates from China to Panama. But when they do appear in her work, they leave an impression. It would be wrong to suggest that Sigrid Nunez, a crisply philosophical and undervalued novelist, is preoccupied with animals.
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